Thought I would share an anecdote from the Hells Ditch tour.
I went down to Leicester to see the band (92? 93? Can't remember) and being a green, penny pinching, student refused to pay the extortionate price for an official tour shirt (£12 if my memory serves me right). However, a fine and exhilerating time was had by all and we left the venue in a happy and joyous state.
On the way out my resolve was close to being broken but I held fast and hatched a cunning plan. Why spend £12 on a top inside the gig when I could spend a fiver outside buying an unofficial top and then blow the £7 I had saved on beer the following night (7 pnts with 7pence change at the local union bar)?
Off I trotted and happily parted with a crisp fiver for my green Dog eat Dog shirt. As I acknowledged the cheery scouser who had flogged me the item I noticed him looking out of the corner of his eye at me. I took this to be a sign of a deal well done and went on my happy way. It was not until 50 yards down the road when my befuddled brain finally registered that I only had a £20 note in my pocket (carefully chsoen so as not to spill out of my jeans pocket and onto the gig floor like the shrapnel I normally carried around) and therefore I had happliy payed 4 times the price for the cheap piece of tat that would shrink and stretch after a couple of washes. I returned to the place of the previous transaction only to find the seller had buggered off.
Tonight, as I sit here with a glass of wine in hand I still shake with rage at the injustice of it all. To top is all I came home from work a couple of years ago and the missus had begun using the shirt I had bought (I still could not bring myself to throw the damned thing away - even in its bedraggled state) to decorate the house with.

